Since childhood, she's always been like this: "Fine, I'll change if I must. What else can I do?" After grumbling inwardly, she obediently took the dress and walked into the fitting room to start the arduous task of changing clothes.
The second dress An Nan changed into was a soft yellow frock, with a round neck design that highlighted An Nan's beautiful collarbones. The high-waisted design complemented her already slender waist, along with the graceful swallowtail hem design. In short, at this moment, An Nan looked like a city-destroying beauty, glamorous, noble, and elegant in everyone's eyes.
In contrast to everyone's amazed looks, An Nan looked at herself in the mirror, somewhat unable to believe it was her, feeling more unnatural than anything.
This dress's collar sure is too low.
Also, the hem is too short, it doesn't even reach my knee joints.
Just as An Nan was about to turn around to change out of the dress, she heard a familiar sharp voice.